Sitting at the coffee table this morning, I was watching one of our dogs. I had opened the front door for him, first thing this morning. It’s nice and cool outside, and I thought he would enjoy laying in front of the screen door.
But no, what does he do?
He walks to the back of the house, and sticks his face in the sunlight streaming in from my bedroom windows. There’s a small patch of light from my room, laying on the hallway floor. He knows better than to go into my room.
This big dog, lays down in this skinny patch of light.
Denver boy knows what to do.
Always search for the light, and even if it’s just a sliver, lay in it.
The hinges always squeak when you pull it open, and I have no fancy to oil them. It’s part of it’s charm. Then, that slam once released.
It’s like announcing, “I’m home!”
This house didn’t have one when we moved in. Our previous houses did, and it was my most favorite thing this time of year.
Especially first thing in the morning, when the night air is mixed in with the new day.
My neighbor installed it for me last fall. Afterwards, he asked what kind of handle I wanted to use. I stepped inside and found a pull in the shape of a heart. It didn’t surprise him that a heart would be used for the handle, and he seemed pleased by it.
It’s entertainment for the doggos.
They watch wildlife visit the front yard, and get over excited when someone walks by. Especially if they’re walking a dog.
I hope you have a screen door.
If not, you need to visit someone who does. Give it a pull, and listen for the squeak. When you step inside, let it slam. May you feel at home after stepping through the screen door.
That my darlings was an answered prayer. I’ve been wanting to find that habit of waking up early again, and my Higher Power is helping me.
I’ve noticed something about my dogs.
My favorite time to write is in the stillness of morning. Their dog beds are laying on the floor beside my desk in the den, and they are curled asleep as I type. They will lay there for about an hour, or until I click publish. That has been what I’ve noticed the past few days.
Maybe you’re thinking it’s because I’m still, they are still. No my lovely…they curl up first, like setting the stage for a Blog post. Even walking over to the coffee bar to refill my cup doesn’t phase them. They know coffee goes well with this.
I can write any time of day, but this morning I want to thank my dogs for showing me that favorite time to write. It’s worth waking up early to have an opportunity like this.
Now, it’s time to shower and get ready for the best part of the day. Watching it unfold.
Friday I told a friend how good I am at being alone. Saturday morning I woke up feeling very alone and I wasn’t very good with it. 🙂
Friday night, I saw this meme before bed.
Walking through my day and going to some of my favorite haunts didn’t do much for me. I read a Blog about online dating and looked at a couple of sites. That was a no.
Trying to find my groove, I hopped in my truck and drove down to the lake. The leaves are changing color and fishing boats were being launched. A woman and her dog were walking to the same spot as me. She smiled, offered an extra chair and we sat.
After introducing ourselves we began to chat.
Her name is Christine and her dog is Cowboy.
She could tell I had a mind full. I told her I’ve been Blogging about self care on Sunday’s and thought sitting at the lake would be inspiring. As I sat there with Christine and watched Cowboy swim around it soothed me.
She said, “What we’re doing is self care, but it’s Saturday and you don’t have to be alone.”
My daughter was away from home and sent me this meme. It’s us.
Her memes are hilarious.
I found myself recently responding to comments with, “It’s worth it.” My mind began flashing images of this life and it’s all been worth it.
When my daughter is away from home, I close her bedroom door. Our dog Winnie loves to lay on her bed, even if she’s covered in dirt from playing outside. Daughter comes home and it’s okay to hop up there.
This is one of my favorite photos.
Letting doggo on bed for moments like this? It’s worth it.
It was a long seven minutes waiting for the French press of coffee to be at it’s peak this morning. I normally set a timer for it, but instead just periodically glanced at the clock.
While I was waiting, our younger dog Winnie, began playing with something on the floor. We’ve had a baby lizard living in the house this week and Winnie had spotted the lizard.
I told her, “No no,” and she let it be. A few minutes later our big boy Denver spotted it, but he wasn’t as willing to leave it alone. I grabbed a glass out of the cupboard and scooped the lizard up into it.
It was so tiny. Smaller than my pinky.
I walked outside and released it into the yard. Small acts of kindness are not exclusively toward people. Even if I don’t see a person today, I believe the lizard had a good start to it’s day. The outdoors has to be better than a dog’s belly.
Within those seven minutes I remembered time passes either way. It’s what we do with our time that makes a difference. Being presently in the moment and aware of what is happening around us allows ample opportunity to fine tune our world. To make it better for everyone involved.
What began as waiting for coffee was really the perfect amount of time to save the lizard.
To go with the flow, I did small tasks to improve my environment. Just little things around the house that had been overlooked, like the kitchen table. It had become our ‘catch all’, but now it is clean.
I also worked on my spot.
This is where I write my Blog. A laptop allows endless choices of where to write are, but sometimes I need to focus, and get it done.
I enjoy sitting in the natural light of the window, but it can be distracting. My neighbor, Mr. Mike is puttering around his backyard. He has a doggo that my doggo loves to hang out with. I remembered this quote, and wanted that for my dog today.
“Live like someone left the gate open.”
I walked outside with my dog, and opened the gate. He raced into Mr. Mike’s backyard straight to his buddy Rosie, and I walked over to Mr. Mike.
He had a disappointment today.
His granddaughter was supposed to come visit, and she canceled on him. I know Mr. Mike lives for her visits, so I tried to encourage him through it. Just saying some kind words, I found myself saying…
I’m not sure he has heard those two words before. He became very still, and quiet. I left him with that, and went back to my spot to continue writing.
I just noticed him opening the gate even wider. Maybe he is thinking of leaving it open for good.
In his thinking, I hope he remembers he does matter. It looks like everyone has found their spot.